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POEMS ON THE NAMING OF PLACES.
By persons resident in the country and attached to rural objects, many places will be found unnamed or of unknown names, where little incidents must have occurred, or feelings been experienced, which will have given to such places a private and peculiar interest. From a wish to give some sort of record to such incidents, and renew the gratification of such feelings, names have been given to places by the Author and some of his friends, and the following Poemas written in consequence.
I. It was an April morning : fresh and clear The Rivulet, delighting in its strength, Ran with a young man's speed; and yet the voice Of waters which the Winter had supplied Was softened down into a vernal tone. The spirit of enjoyment and desire, And hopes and wishes, from all living things Went circling, like a multitude of sounds. The budding groves seemed eager to urge on The steps of June; as if their various hues Were anly hindrances that stood between
Them and their object : but, meanwhile, prevailed
growth Or like some natural produce of the air, That could not cease to be. Green leaves were
here; But ’t was the foliage of the rocks, — the birch, The yew, the holly, and the bright green thorn, With hanging islands of resplendent furze: And on a summit, distant a short space, By any who should look beyond the dell, A single mountain-cottage might be seen. I gazed and gazed, and to myself I said, “ Our thoughts at least are ours; and this wild